To a sin of love's false security
"Leave her alone, God damn, you get out"
Their constant scapegoat, she was easily undone
I think of her often and hope whoever shes met
Noticing not that id already slipped
Will be fully aware of how precious she is
The wind knocks my window, the room it is wet
A magnificent mantelpiece, though its heart's being chipped
With sensitive instincts, she was the creative one
And I answer them most mysteriously
"How good, how good does it feel to be free?"
Tumbled all down into pieces
My mind, it was mangled, I ran into the night
What's wrong and what's exactly the matter?'
Her sister and I in a screaming battleground
Of the two sisters, I loved the young
And nailing her in the ruins of her pettiness
The words to say 'I'm sorry', I haven't found yet
Ah my friends from the prison, they ask unto me
Countless visions of the other she'd reflect
And I, in my armor, turning about
I courted her proudly but now she is gone
With strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us
And our young summers youth has stole her away
From her mother and sister, though close did they stay
Soon shattered as a child to the shadows
For her parasite sister, I had no respect
At the peak of the night, the king and the queen
And she in between, the victim of sound
By the jealousy of others around her
'Til the tombstones of damage read me no questions but 'please
The could-be dream-lover of my lifetime
Answers of emptiness, voice vacancies
All is gone, all is gone, I admit it, take flight
Beneath a bare light bulb the plaster did pound
I gagged in contradiction, tears blinding my sight
Myself for what I did, I cannot be excused
Bound by her boredom, her pride to protect
Gone as the season, she's taken
Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day
"The tragic figure", her sister did shout
With unseen consciousness, I possessed in my grip
From silhouetted anger to manufactured peace
And so it did happen like it could have been foreseen
Leaving all of love's ashes behind me
For the lies that I told her in hope not to lose
As a crutch for her scenes and her society
The changes I was going through can't even be used
The timeless explosion of fantasy's dream
